"I'm Harry" he says to me as we walk down a hallway that seemed to never end. I didn't respond, I just kept my eyes straight. I didn't know what to think I had never been in this position before. I had a dream about this man and he told me that 'he's not the one'. What in the hell does that even mean? I couldn't think straight to save my life right now.
I could feel his eyes were still on me as we kept walking, as if he was waiting for my response. I gave him a side eye with a smile and a nod, then resumed looking forward. His eyes continued to stay on me.
"And your name is?" he asked me as we walked into the wardrobe room.
"Rosie" I say quietly and quickly. There were two other people in there, one for Harry and one for me. They both handed us clothes and took us behind a curtain to change.
"Rosie, I like that name. It's very pretty" he says to me while changing.
"Thanks, it's short for Rosanna," I said back. I felt more comfortable talking to him now that I wasn't standing under his deep green stare.
"Oh really? So do your friends call you Rosie or Rosanna?" he asked again.
"Well, My closest friends call me Ro, but my mom calls me Rosanna. I've just always liked rosie" I continued to tell him as I got dressed. I started to feel more comfortable by the second. I was actually feeling okay.
"So why don't your friends just call you rosie?"
"I'm not sure, my friend Laney called me Ro one day and it just kind of stuck" I tell him looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a tight black dress and some white sneakers.
This is cute. I wonder if I can keep it?
They took me to a chair with a big mirror in front of it and started doing my hair and make up all over again.
"Oh, I know Laney. She's dating Niall isn't she?" he says stepping out of his dressing room. He had on a white tank top and black shorts, Kind of opposite of me. The white tank top really defined his muscles, more importantly the number of tattoos he had on them. None like each other.
"Um, ya. Ya she is." I tell him looking down at my dress. He sat in the chair right next to me as he got his hair and makeup done as well. I could feel him lean in closer to me. My heart started to beat fast once again.
"Don't be nervous," he whispers directly in my ear making my head tilt up and my body shiver, "it really isn't as bad as you think. Just let loose and let the music take control."
Easy for you to say.
"Now tell me, Rosie, what is it you like to do?" he continues to ask me questions to pass the time.
"What do you mean?" I ask knowing perfectly well what he means.
"Name three things about yourself?"
"Well, I am a high school english teacher who adores her job, I moved here from Greenville, Illinois, and I have a puppy named Stevie."
"Wait, back up," he says, holding his hands up, "Stevie, As in like Stevie Nicks?"
"Um, Kind of, yes" I say shyly hoping he doesn't think I am a total dork.
"That is amazing," he says laughing out loud. I can't help but join in relieved that he actually thought it was a good name. "I'm totally texting her that right now."
"You're what?" I look over to him as he pulls out his phone and opens his messages.
Oh no.
"Please don't do that," I tell him, trying not to move too much so the makeup artist doesn't mess up.
"Why? she will love it" he says still chuckling, typing something out.
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Fanfiction"She's the first one that I see and I don't know why. I don't know who she is." - Fresh out of his first solo album, Harry styles is having a reoccurring dream about a girl he doesn't know. One day, on the set of his new music video, he meets her an...
